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Hospital, 11pm
Delko: *walks in* Hey, the doctor said you weren't feeling very well.
Jess: Go away Eric.
Delko: What's wrong? You were fine when I was here before.
Jess: I don't want to talk to anyone right now, okay?
Delko: *sits* I want to know what's wrong.
Jess: *sits up, wipes eyes* You don't know what's wrong? You honestly have NO idea?
Delko: It could be a lot of things. You just went through hell and back.
Jess: ...Three times, I made it out alive. Three. And my baby's dead. She didn't do anything wrong and I've had a lot of time to think about that. You know what wanted to be when she grew up? Barbie's special hair stylist.
Delko: *stares at Jess*
Jess: I can still remember how sad she was when we left for California. She kept asking me 'where's dadddy', 'why did daddy have to stay in Miami', and then two years later she finally saw you again. Do you have any idea how happy it made her? I hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time. I thought everything was going to be okay again.
Delko: It's not your fault she was killed.
Jess: No but it's my fault that I left you. It's my fault that I didn't fight a little harder for her! *starts to cry* I may as well have pulled the trigger!
Delko: *grabs Jess' hand* It's okay, Jess. You're allowed to be upset.
Jess: *hugs Eric*
Delko: You have the right to be upset.
Bar, 11:30 pm
Speed: *sits*
Bartender: What can I get you?
Speed: I'm actually looking for someone. His name's Warren, he frequents this bar.
Bartender: Oh you mean 'The' stud. I've seen him around, he should be anywhere the women are. You're...Not a cop, are ya? Because you'd need a warrant or somethin' to search around here.
Speed: *looks around*
Guy trots over, women hanging off of him, sits down
Warren: *smiling* Ladies, ladies, give a man some room to breathe.
Woman1: The only room you need has my number on it.
Warren: Mm, I like the sound of that.
Woman2: But of course he promised one last dance with me, right?
Warren: *smiling* Anything for my favorite girls. But for now, give me a few.
Woman2: Sure thing darling.
Woman1: *kisses Warren*
Women walk away
Warren: *looks over* Got a light?
Speed: No.
Warren: This club's great ain't it? Beautiful women everywhere. Hey barkeep! Send everyone a round on the house.
Bartender: You got it.
Warren: What'll you have?
Speed: A word. *lifts picture* Ever spend any time with her?
Warren: Hey man I spend time with a lot of women, if you know what I mean. *laughs* Money and cheap booze will get you squared away with 'em all. It's all about the game.
Speed: *nods* Her name's Anni.
Warren: *stares at picture* Hey. *points to picture* THAT girl there, is a classy chick.
Speed: So you remember her.
Warren: I might. Liked tequila and long walks on the beach. *laughs* That gal had bitchin' legs on 'er. *whistles* Mmm mmm she liked it rough. Haven't heard from her in a couple of weeks though.
Speed: Try a month.
Warren: You a cop or somethin'? She dead?
Speed: She's pregnant.
Warren: *tilts head* Yeah well good luck to her.
Speed: And she's my wife.
Warren: She didn't say she was married.
Speed: Of course she didn't. She sure mentioned you though.
Warren: Pfft, it's a two way road to pregger-ville. She's the one that started it. Makes me think you need a little help in the love department.
Speed: I think you have a bigger problem than I do.
Warren: *shrugs* That's life. Besides, I don't got much time left as it is. *drinks beer*
Speed: Convenient.
Warren: *laughs* These girls around here don't know it but I've got AIDS. *scoffs* Their problem now.
Speed: *stares at Warren*
Warren: So, what'll you have? A beer?
Speed: You son of a bitch. *grabs Warren*
Warren: HEY! HEY!
Speed: *swings fist*
Warren: AH! *falls against bar*
Bartender: *grabs phone*
Woman1: *runs over* Baby!
Woman2: Hey! Let go of him!
Speed: *punching Warren*
Warren: *screaming*
Five minutes later, sirens are heard
Bartender: *runs to door*
Warren: *hanging over bar*
Speed: *smashes Warren's face into bar*
Warren: UGH!
Cop: *walks in, grabs Speed*
Cop2: *walks in* Everyone get back.
Woman2: He beat him up!
Cop2: Yes ma'am we see that.
TBC...................
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Hospital, 11pm
Delko: *walks in* Hey, the doctor said you weren't feeling very well.
Jess: Go away Eric.
Delko: What's wrong? You were fine when I was here before.
Jess: I don't want to talk to anyone right now, okay?
Delko: *sits* I want to know what's wrong.
Jess: *sits up, wipes eyes* You don't know what's wrong? You honestly have NO idea?
Delko: It could be a lot of things. You just went through hell and back.
Jess: ...Three times, I made it out alive. Three. And my baby's dead. She didn't do anything wrong and I've had a lot of time to think about that. You know what wanted to be when she grew up? Barbie's special hair stylist.
Delko: *stares at Jess*
Jess: I can still remember how sad she was when we left for California. She kept asking me 'where's dadddy', 'why did daddy have to stay in Miami', and then two years later she finally saw you again. Do you have any idea how happy it made her? I hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time. I thought everything was going to be okay again.
Delko: It's not your fault she was killed.
Jess: No but it's my fault that I left you. It's my fault that I didn't fight a little harder for her! *starts to cry* I may as well have pulled the trigger!
Delko: *grabs Jess' hand* It's okay, Jess. You're allowed to be upset.
Jess: *hugs Eric*
Delko: You have the right to be upset.
Bar, 11:30 pm
Speed: *sits*
Bartender: What can I get you?
Speed: I'm actually looking for someone. His name's Warren, he frequents this bar.
Bartender: Oh you mean 'The' stud. I've seen him around, he should be anywhere the women are. You're...Not a cop, are ya? Because you'd need a warrant or somethin' to search around here.
Speed: *looks around*
Guy trots over, women hanging off of him, sits down
Warren: *smiling* Ladies, ladies, give a man some room to breathe.
Woman1: The only room you need has my number on it.
Warren: Mm, I like the sound of that.
Woman2: But of course he promised one last dance with me, right?
Warren: *smiling* Anything for my favorite girls. But for now, give me a few.
Woman2: Sure thing darling.
Woman1: *kisses Warren*
Women walk away
Warren: *looks over* Got a light?
Speed: No.
Warren: This club's great ain't it? Beautiful women everywhere. Hey barkeep! Send everyone a round on the house.
Bartender: You got it.
Warren: What'll you have?
Speed: A word. *lifts picture* Ever spend any time with her?
Warren: Hey man I spend time with a lot of women, if you know what I mean. *laughs* Money and cheap booze will get you squared away with 'em all. It's all about the game.
Speed: *nods* Her name's Anni.
Warren: *stares at picture* Hey. *points to picture* THAT girl there, is a classy chick.
Speed: So you remember her.
Warren: I might. Liked tequila and long walks on the beach. *laughs* That gal had bitchin' legs on 'er. *whistles* Mmm mmm she liked it rough. Haven't heard from her in a couple of weeks though.
Speed: Try a month.
Warren: You a cop or somethin'? She dead?
Speed: She's pregnant.
Warren: *tilts head* Yeah well good luck to her.
Speed: And she's my wife.
Warren: She didn't say she was married.
Speed: Of course she didn't. She sure mentioned you though.
Warren: Pfft, it's a two way road to pregger-ville. She's the one that started it. Makes me think you need a little help in the love department.
Speed: I think you have a bigger problem than I do.
Warren: *shrugs* That's life. Besides, I don't got much time left as it is. *drinks beer*
Speed: Convenient.
Warren: *laughs* These girls around here don't know it but I've got AIDS. *scoffs* Their problem now.
Speed: *stares at Warren*
Warren: So, what'll you have? A beer?
Speed: You son of a bitch. *grabs Warren*
Warren: HEY! HEY!
Speed: *swings fist*
Warren: AH! *falls against bar*
Bartender: *grabs phone*
Woman1: *runs over* Baby!
Woman2: Hey! Let go of him!
Speed: *punching Warren*
Warren: *screaming*
Five minutes later, sirens are heard
Bartender: *runs to door*
Warren: *hanging over bar*
Speed: *smashes Warren's face into bar*
Warren: UGH!
Cop: *walks in, grabs Speed*
Cop2: *walks in* Everyone get back.
Woman2: He beat him up!
Cop2: Yes ma'am we see that.
TBC...................